The white table from Craigslist
Has earned it’s keep
In the apartment
A writers guide
To endorsing parchment
Upon it we have written songs
Lyrics
Poems
Its sturdiness is much appreciated
Anticipated
Held on
The white table
Is keeping on
Unequal substitute
Fulfills a desire though
With nothing to shoot
It is the Scarlet Letter of clothes
The melted plastic of Pleather
Adorned on shoulders and cars
Filling up the seats of old bars
Rather than take life of an animal
Smooth to the touch
Offering a little much
More than a substance
An idea
Pleather over leather
Not ideal, never
It start rather
A car revving it’s engine
We are not moving yet
But it is a much better bet
A sleepy hall
In a Brooklyn apartment building
Coffee raises up slowly
From the Polish and French Bakery
Below
A smell of Ethiopian beans
Made up right for cappuccinos
And other things
The freshly smashed beans
Bellowing up
Like clouds over the Galloway
Opening the most closed eyes
Awakened with another blue
New York sky
A simple twist on an early morning
The sleepy halls
Felt somehow
Warming
Dim lit and tiled
The city grinds only 2 stories below
Even can awake a true sleepy fellow
From Broookly
The coffee shouts
“Hello”
A Cup of Songwriting 